I shuffled inside the mansion, the various cuts along my body stinging with pain. I had a few cuts on my torso, but my arms had gotten the worst of it. I had counted five cuts on my left arm, two of which were deep enough to bleed, and three on my right that were all bleeding. I walked into the kitchen, grabbed a couple of paper towels, and turned on the tap water. Just as I began to wash off the blood I heard someone come down the stairs and walk down the hall. I dint look up, I needed to clean my cuts.
"Splatter?" I heard Jeff ask. "You alright?"
"Does having eight cuts on your arms count as fine?" I asked sarcastically.
He quickly walked over and stood next to me. "Here, let me see," he said.
I sighed, then held out my arms. He carefully examined them, then smirked in amusement. "Aw," he said. "The newbie's earned her first battle wounds."
I raised an eyebrow. He actually thought this was funny? Dang, killers really were kind of weird.
Jeff chuckled in amusement when he saw my expression. "Come on," he said. "I'll help you clean these up properly."
He then began to lead me towards the bathroom, and I quickly followed. When we entered the bathroom, he closed the door behind us, then quickly opened up a cabinet and got out some bandages and disinfectant. "Hold out your arms," he instructed, and I obediently did what he told me.
He dampened a cloth with a little of the disinfectant, then gently began to apply it to my cuts. I winced in pain at the stinging, but held still after that. After he was done applying the disinfectant, Jeff wrapped up my arms with the bandages.
"So she went hard on you, huh?" He asked, a hint of amusement in his voice.
"A bit," I replied. "To be honest, I didn't learn a thing."
He looked up at me. "So you're not an 'on-the-job' kind of learner, I'm guessing?"
I nodded. "I'm more of a 'step-by-step-strategic' kind of person," I told him.
His permanent smile widened. "I'll be sure to pass that on to Neon," he said. "And don't worry, she won't kill either of us."
I laughed nervously. "If she doesn't kill me first," I said. "Her training will."
Jeff chuckled in amusement again, then returned to fixing my arms. "Don't worry," He told me.
"Things will get better."
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